Battlefield aenaon

Thousands days and nights we travel
Riding through the eastern land
No surrender, never looking homeward back

Merciless the sun above us
Tired off the countless fights
Conquerors of glory at the edge of time

Macedonian sun is rising
Over kingdoms of our foes
Alexanders' born to triumph
War unleashed like raging thunderstorm

The omen given from the gods up high
Prophecies of old shall be fulfilled
We claim the throne and crown of persia
Bringing all nations to their knees

Faced as enemies or heroes
Cities falling in our hands
An empire once so mighty turned to dust

On our swords blood cannot dry
War is life it feeds our souls
Under alexander's order we march on

Son of phillip is thirsty
For more victories and fame
No one shall escape the phalanx
Rites of destiny cannot be changed